The rest of the morning

{if Pervert = 20}"I said I was sorry."

"What is that supposed to change?! I can't do anything with 'sorry', I can't eat it or bargain with it! Your words are meaningless to me human."

"Ok... I'm not sorry then. Owowowow-lemme go!"

Amber had you by the ear and forcefully dragged you down to her eye level, "If I catch you perving on me again human I'll pluck your eyes out and put them in a stew!"

"Sounds disgusting."

"It is!"

"... then why would you make it?"

"... what?"

"Why would you make a disgusting stew? Oooowww!"

{else} "Once again, milady, I am so sorry for seeing-"

The still flustered, and quite angry, kitsune balled her hand into a fist and hit your chest plate. It would have been completely ineffectual and childish if she was human. She was not.

"Ooph!" You find yourself lying on your back, trying to get your breath back as Amber stalked past you in a huff, blushing a deeper red than the fur on her ears, "This is YOUR fault! You... you pervert!!"

"I-cough-swear to you, I merely woke to see you-cough-at an inopportune moment! Please forgive me milady!"

She regards you haughtily, nervously preening her hair and ears, "... alright. I'll forgive you. THIS time."

{endif}

The morning continued much in the usual fashion, you cooked with whatever Amber had been able to find the night before and did your best to make it palatable. You take it as a compliment that Amber ate your food at all, you're pretty sure that she could eat pretty much any of it raw without a problem. You ate in silence, which wasn't particularly unusual. You enjoyed the quiet moments in the woods and Amber was a voracious eater who physically couldn't speak with a mouthful of food. Today though, she's a little more subdued and willfully not looking at you. You sigh, feeling guilty for peeking, but the memory causes stirring in your pants.

You'd been traveling with Amber for a few months now, after you'd been thrown together by chance. You were a noble paladin of Gladion, the Iron Shield, sent on a mission to rid the world of evil. At least, that was how you chose to see it. In reality, you weren't technically a paladin yet. You had all the training, and you were no slouch with a sword, but being a paladin meant transcending your mortal limits through divine channeling. Which, as of yet, you were unable to do.

{if Pervert = 20}You're also pretty sure the father's at the barracks were just trying to get rid of you after the incident with the visiting priestesses from the monastery. It was the first time you'd seen a woman in two years, what did they expect? Not like you'd done anything, just peeked a little. Though, if the tales of the nuns power were true, you were probably lucky to be alive. She'd tossed you out a second story window, eyes shining like cold steel with the will of The Shield, and reported you to the fathers. At least you had the memory of those amazing tits...

{else}To your unending shame, you also know the fathers at the barracks were trying to get rid of you after an unfortunate incident with the sisters from the mountain monastery. You'd been caught in the wrong place at the wrong time, as you were prone to doing, and had accidentally seen sister Veridian topless. She hadn't killed you outright, though you wouldn't blame her, simply casting you through a nearby window and reporting you to the fathers. The memory of her righteous fury stirred your heart, that was how a true vessel of Gladion should be. Unfortunately, the memory of how her 'fury' made her chest bounce also intensified the stirring in your pants.

{endif}You sigh, staring off into space.

You then realize that you're pitching a tent and for the umpteenth time regret not bringing crotch armor to weigh the bastard down. Out of the corner of your eye you almost think you see Amber staring but when you look over she's still resolutely turned away from you.

As you pack up the camp for travel you continue to ponder the nature of your pseudo-exile from the order. It wasn't all because of that one incident, though that might well have landed you here on its own. You'd never been particularly promising, lacking the willpower and strength of character to really excel. Not like you hadn't tried. You were at the very least passable when it came to martial prowess, able to hold your own against other trained swordsmen, and you were quite strong from years of training with armor. When it came to channeling the power of your god though...

Channeling was... hard. Especially from a deity like Gladion, who believed in iron control and boundless willpower. Those were divine expectations of mortal man, and you'd had some trouble meeting them. The father's of your order could deflect swords with their hands, pulverize armor with a closed fist, even shrug off volleys of arrows by channeling their god. They were retired paladins, back to teach the next generation. Knights were nearly as impressive, having completed their training and gone out to hone their will with the 'whetstone of life' as Father Garran liked to say.

Then there was you: a rejected trainee who didn't even manage to reach knighthood before screwing up so badly they had to send you on an empty quest that couldn't be fulfilled. You no longer had to worry about the hardness in your pants, your cock had wilted in the face of your depressing circumstances. Apparently you look so pitiful that Amber felt the need to break the silence.

"So... where are we going today?